A Rather Anti-Climatic Account Of World Pillow Fight Day
By Julienne Bilker in Miscellaneous on Apr 6, 2009 3:20PM
12:50 p.m.: Sit down to breakfast of champions - sausage/egg/cheese bagel with tater tots.
1:20 p.m.: Save remainder of tater tots for post-battle nourishment.
1:40 p.m.: Remove pillowcase from weapon of choice. Do not want bedding subjected to warfare.
2:11 p.m.: One block from fray. Begin to remove pillow from bag; clocked in the head by asshole behind me. Take high road; let fury boil beneath surface in anticipation of real fight.
2:13 p.m.: Arrive. Note photographers outnumber fighters. Take pictures before tearing in.
2:18 p.m.: Temporarily blinded by feather.
2:20 p.m.: Continue joyful manifestation of rage.
2:25 p.m.: Cops accuse participants of causing disturbance; disperse crowd. Overhear an officer angrily note cost of cleanup. Doubt cleanup will occur. Have visions of potholes.
2:32 p.m.: Contemplate hilarity of informing parents of pillow-related arrest. Almost return to scene. Realize too poor to make bail.
3:01 p.m.: Return home. Begin arduous task of removing feathers from hair and clothes. Fairly certain process will likely take longer than fight itself.